#the injustice and wrongness of it! and it was such a stressful evening. but i think maybe it's a good thing that i'm getting better at

[jimmyspades]

#your pretty face and electric soul #yeah listening to lana and thinking about him. won't apologize for it anymore #james spader #alan shore #boston legal #* #my mom likes the episodes where they go on trips I do too #and I like this one when alan is serious when he's really focused and bothered by injustice and invested in the case #[PSH in Patch Adams voice] this is serious! business! #it's nice to picture him thinking about real things. they show it on the show sometimes but not too much. not as much as the practice even #in this ep when he talks about his friend who survived katrina or another fave scene when he talks to his jewish friend abt ישראל #you can tell how bothered he is. about things that are wrong. about the horrible things that happen #he thinks and feels so deeply. he's so sensitive to the world and I think disturbed he can't do more. it eats at him he gets stressed #and this can be a silly show and a means for escape sometimes but idk. also nice to know he gets exasperated too #that he'd be someone safe to talk to when you get scared or angry or upset with the world #denny doesn't always listen to his serious thoughts... #I wanna sit with him on that balcony and let him talk. rub his back until his headache is gone. tell him to get enough sleep

[katya-goncharov]

today i acted kind of karen like in public for about the first time in my life, and i'm honestly still astonished at myself

#basically me and my friend were on our way to the pantomime and we'd scheduled JUST enough time to walk over #and then the public meadow walkway that's supposed to be open to everyone and which is the main path to walk into the city centre was #just. randomly closed off unless you had a wristband to prove you'd paid for some event that was being held there. there were #literally security people checking and not letting anyone else through. so i went and asked how we could get into town and they #were like oh you'll have to head back and walk all the way round the meadows. which would have made us really late #and i wasn't THAT rude but i did say to them ''um but isn't this a public walkway? is it even legal to close it off?'' and argued a bit #and the security person just said it was the council's decision. so i left it at that and i had to call my mum to get her to give us a lift #with the car and we STILL ended up being late for the pantomime :( #but yeah i didn't cause a scene or anything but i WAS more argumentative than i ever usually am! and i'm surprised because i've #never had that sort of confidence before. i was just so mad because it's meant to be a public path!!!! it was the route google maps #told us to go and they can't just suddenly charge you money to walk through public places just to get where you're going! it's just like. #the injustice and wrongness of it! and it was such a stressful evening. but i think maybe it's a good thing that i'm getting better at #standing up for myself. as long as i don't start being a bitch to customer service people. which i don't intend to!

[saberlight1]

lost signals & tunes — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.

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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.

But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.

You missed him, really.

Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.

She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.

With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”

She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”

“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.

“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”

She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.

A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”

You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.

A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.

She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.

“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.

You laughed. “No, please.”

“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”

Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.

Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.

You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.

His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.

You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.

“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”

Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.

Once when you walked beside me,

That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,

When we two were in love.

Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took turned into gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.

I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me.

Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me,

Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.

You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.

“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”

You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.

You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.

You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.

“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”

“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”

He rubbed his temple, staying silent.

“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.

“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”

“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”

“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”

His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”

A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.

He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”

You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”

You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”

“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.

He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”

You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.” 

#coriolanus my bae #coriolanus angst #coryo x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbsoas #coryolanus snow #coriolanus snow fluff #corio snow #coriolanus imagine

[chishiyaisasnack]

It’s under my skirt, Doctor

Hello everyone! It’s been a while. I finally got this little thing together, and I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer! This is smut. Stay away if you aren’t of agw or if you’re uncomfortable with the topic. Remember to use protection in real life!

Written and posted on mobile, I apologize for any wierd formatting.

Chishiyas life was work. Long hours, sometimes so long that he didn’t leave the hospital before his next shift. The couch in his office had become soft from where he slept, countless days and nights spent there alone. Not that it mattered, not to him. He liked his job. Kind of. There was nothing else he wanted to do anyway, so filling his life with something that kept his brain occupied and evolving was good enough. Once he stopped caring about all the injustice he focused solely on performing surgeries. The heart was an interresting thing, so small, so powerful. One wrong move and a life could end. Sometimes he wondered what that would feel like. He would never play with a life like that, he wasn’t completely insane, but the thought had showed up once or twice.

This particular shift got his mood turning all over the place. Everyone was whiny, rude and just hard to deal with. Twelve hours of pretending to be respectful was hard enough on the good days.

When he got back to his office he sank down into the couch, contemplating buying new cushions soon because they were starting to get uncomfortable. He needed to get his mind cleared out, to stop thinking about work and kids and parents who he wanted to toss in the trashcan.

A vibration went off in his pocket, making his head hurt just thinking about what they would need him for now. He just wanted to rest. So, when he picked it up and saw the notification on his screen he got pleasently suprised.

Y/N: Hey, sorry to disturb your work but I have a medical issue that I wondered if you could take a look at? I can come over in 10 minutes if that works for you.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Normal people didn’t use the words ”medical issue” as a synonym for ”I want to fuck” but it worked very well for the two of them. Chishiya had met her at a work gathering and that turned out to be the best stress reliever he could wish for, and he knew that she used him for that exact same reason. Some might say that they were dating, but the only times they really met in person was just for sex and maybe some lunch afterwards. Chishiya did spend occasional nights at her place since she lived closer to the hospital than he did, and getting his dick wet then sleep in a bed instead of his office couch was a nice change.

Ten minutes later the telltale three knocks on his office door woke him up from his thoughts. Trying not to run to the door in excitement, he stood up, took a deep breath and changed into his normal ’I don’t care about anything’-face before opening it. The ’not caring about anything’-face changed as soon as he saw what was on the other end of the doorframe. He was not prepared for her standing there, panties hanging from slender fingers on one of her hands and her head cocked to the side. The skirt she was wearing was short and flowy, almost revealing what was, or rather what wasn’t underneath it.

”Eager are we?” Chishiya welcomed her in a smug voice, trying to hide the mess his head was already in. She winked at him in response.

”You usually don’t have very long so I thought I’d be prepared.” She walked straight to him, put the underwear in the chest pocket of his white doctors coat and kicked the door closed behind her. Chishiya could hear the click from the lock but was more interrested in the cleavage that her ”too tight to be comfortable”-top was showing. He didn’t even try to hide that he liked what he saw. He knew she liked it. A finger under his chin woke him up from his thoughts and when he looked up he was met with sparkling eyes full of excitement when she gazed back into his.

”Hmm.. I like how professional you look in this outfit” she purred as she smoothed her hands up his chest until she reached his neck, hands tangling in the blonde strands in the back until his hair tie fell to the floor, one thumb tracing his ear. ”I’d let you examine me any day.”

Chishiya rolled his eyes at her attempt at flirting, but rather than giving her a comeback he reached in and put his hands on her bare thighs, inching further up while he kissed that lovely space between her neck and shoulder that made her whimper every time.

”So, what did you want me to take a look at?” Chishiya murmered teasingly into her ear. She hummed and moved her hands back down to his shoulders, gripping onto the neck of his coat.

”It’s under my skirt, Doctor.”

In one swift move she grabbed the stethoscope still hanging around his neck and pulled him with her until they both hit the wall behind her, before crashing her lips into his with urgency, and Chishiya returned it with just as much desire as he was given. It was intoxicating, her soft lips, the sweet smell of her perfume, her hands tugging at his hair trying to coax him closer.

His hands went from her thighs to her waist, with just a quick squeeze at her ass first, clenching his fingers in the fabric of her shirt, pulling her even closer so that she could feel that this was affecting him too. His cock was already getting hard, pushing uncomfortably against his pants, but her soft stomach gave great friction whenever she moaned and rubbed herself against him.

Trying to deepen the kiss, she slid her tounge against his lips, making him smile against her whine when he didn’t answer her attempt. He was the one calling the shots and he wanted her to remember that. Instead of giving her what she wanted he pried his lips away from hers and targeted her neck.

The sweet sounds she made whenever his lips caressed her made his head spin. He couldn’t keep his hands still any longer and torturously slow started to inch them up the skin under her top, feeling the way she moved under them, how she was shivering against his touch and how her lungs moved with every heated breath that left her. He knew that undressing her probably wasn’t the best idea in case someone managed to interrupt them, but when he felt her breast under his palms, so soft and squeazable and utterly wonderful to nibble at, his desire to put his face between them took over his rationality. So, after he sucked down on the skin on her shoulder - and grinned at the sour moan she made - he pulled her top off and started his descent down her body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the thump that her head made when she threw it back against the wall but he was far more interrested in the goosebumps that spread under the line he licked down her collarbone. When he finally moved his mouth over her nipple he felt a hand grip his shoulder with a strenght that was sure to leave a mark.

The noises she made went straight to Chishiyas cock. His mind was so clouded by the need to be inside her that he was having trouble keeping his teasing facade in check. Nestling his face in her chest did ground him a bit though, it was the whines that followed it that made him throb in his pants.

”Fuck, Chishiya… lower please” she begged, shivering when he swept his tounge over her other nipple. The gentle squeeze from his other hand earned him another whimper - and a fist in his hair trying to push him further down. He complied with a quiet laugh, loving how aroused she was from just this. Not that he had anything to say about that, he was aching just as bad as she was.

He didn’t bother to take her skirt off, he just held it up with one hand while running the other up her inner thigh, slow and steady so that he could hear her quiet complaints that he took too long.

”Hold it” he commanded, looking at her and then the skirt, nodding towards it to make his point. A shaky hand took a hold of the hem of the skirt and he shifted his focus back to her soft thighs, leading up to her glistening center that he couldn’t wait to be inside. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed the inside of her thigh, thinking about how great it would feel to have them wrapped around him - then laughed at her impatient grunt before giving in and giving her what she asked for.

With one hand he hiked her leg over his shoulder and then he dove in and let his tounge spread her open, loving the wetness he was met with. A cascade of ’yes’-es fell from her mouth as she rolled her hips in time with his tounges movements. A long lick between the folds, flicking over the clit, sucking, kissing, circling… he knew exactly what she liked and he gave it to her. Every time her moans got a little louder he slowed down, dragging out the sensation (and pissing her off just a little just because he could). It was his favourite leisure activity and he could go for hours if he had the time. Unfortunately he didn’t and with a last lick he stopped, her disappointed groan chiming like music in his ears.

He rose to his feet, one hand still lingering on her thigh, the other moving a strand of hair from her face that was so lovely and flushed from desire. There was a hint of irritation from the way her eyebrows scrunched together, but it disappeared when he used the same hand that he just caressed her cheek with to draw a line along her pussy, wet and warm, and so inviting, making her squirm under his touch.

”I want to take my time with you but we’re in a bit of a hurry,” he reminded her. ”Come here.”

Chishiya started walking towards the couch, sat down and patted his lap as an invitation for her to sit.

”I’m tired and have been working all day,” Chishiya playfully told her, watching her eyes roll as she walked towards him, which made him chuckle. He enjoyed how obvious she was with everything and that she didn’t take any of his shit. She was strong and powerful and he wouldn’t have a chance against her wits if she wanted to ruin him. And he didn’t want it any other way.

”You need a new couch” she complained while straddling his lap, knees sinking down too far and throwing off her balance before she put her hands on his shoulder and shuffled her way forward to hover over his length.

”But I really like my couch” he lied, lazily putting his hands on her waist to pretend to help her.

”Sure you do. Take off your pants, or are you too tired to do that to, Doctor?”

For once he hurried, mostly because his dick was aching and he couldn’t wait for it to be inside her. So he moved his pants and boxers out of the way, enough to release his cock. She didn’t waste a second and sank down onto it right away.

Both of them moaned, her from finally being filled and him from finally being hugged by her warm, wet walls. When she started to move, riding him nice and deep, he couldn’t help himself and let his head fall back so he could watch her face as she fucked herself on him.

”Fuck, I’ve been needing this” he groaned as she took him in, Chishiya pushing as far in as he could to savour that warm and tight feeling that her insides gave him. ”You feel so good.”

”Fuck…” was the only answer he got, but it sounded perfect. Breathless and broken, turning into another moan when his cock hit her sweet spot again.

She rode him deep and fast, her wet walls stroking his cock in rhythm with her movements. Desperate to feel more of it, he bucked up into her to bury himself as deep as he could. Her hands was on his shoulders, nails digging deep into his white coat.

Chishiyas hands were everywhere, grabbing her ass hard as she bounced on his lap, sliding up her waist when he went back to rolling her hips, cupping her breasts when he took over and fucked her from below. The bliss on her face drove him on, making him thrust harder and angling his hips so that he hit that spongy spot inside her with every thrust. He could feel her getting close, her insides tightening and clamping down around his cock, stroking the life out of him with it. He wouldn’t last much longer either - he needed her to come so that he could join her. So he slid a hand down to her center, putting two fingers on her clit and started to circle it in time with his thrusts. The loud groan she let out at the sensation made the fire in his stomach grow even more and, fuck, he needed her to orgasm.

”Y/N, come for me,” he hissed and pressed down harder on her clit. ”Fuck, come on my cock.”

And so she did. With a rough moan into his neck he felt her walls clamping down on his cock, so fucking tight, before convulsing around him. Maybe he should have stopped and let her catch her breath but his hips moved at their own will now. He fucked her with desperation, each thrust bringing him closer, until he emptied himself deep inside her. She moaned as he did, rocking her hips to stimulate him more until his cock had stopped twitching.

Chishiyas hands landed on her waist again, this time drawing soft circles on her skin, making her shiver under his touch. Her breath was warm against his neck when she nuzzled her face there. He let her rest on him, he was too satisfied to move anyway. They sat like that until both their breathing had calmed down, and until he had gone soft enough to slip out of - although he didn’t want to. She felt too good. But even he wasn’t able to control his body that much. He had tried.

When she moved it was with shaky legs, tired from overworking them on that dumb couch. He smirked as he helped her up onto her feet, casting a glance on the clock hanging on the wall above his desk. There were still time to have some more fun, and even if his dick was tired, his tounge wasn’t. Standing up next to her he bent in, moved a strand of her hair away from her face, and softly spoke into her ear.

”So, is there anything else you want me to examine?”

#chishiya #my writing #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya smut #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya shuntaro smut #chishiya imagine #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader

[icequeenlila]

JJK Character Analysis (kinda)

Topic: "Gojo knows it's his fault that Geto left."

When I first entered the fandom I grew really tired, really quick of this statement. Bc it's just wrong.

Gojo may THINK that he is at fault for Geto leaving, but it's simply not true. They both fucked up big time communication wise. Still, I think the way things went between them was really realistic and could have happened just like that in real life.

I'm gonna ramble now, so either buckle up or scroll.

The obvious point where their relationship started to fall apart was defenitely Riko's assassination. Let's start from here. I'm gonna switch between Gojo and Geto, I hope I can word my thoughts correctly.

So, our boys both responded differently to the incident.

Let's take a look at Gojo first.

We see him get stabbed from behind by Toji and he doesn't even flinch. He just smiles at Suguru and tells him to get away. This moment alone shows how strong the mask Gojo puts on is, and for me, it really doesn't come as a suprise that he later seems unaffected by the events of the day.

He locks it away. He doesn't show anything. Gojo is the Strongest and not allowed to show any kind of weaknes.

That's basically what he was taught his whole life from society and probably his own family/clan too. So, he acts accordingly, bc he actually believes he has to. He smiles through the pain.

Now to Geto.

I started to sum up what happened to him during the incident, but let's be honest we all know what went down and don't need it. So, I'm gonna sum up.

Humans clapping applause over the death of an innocent girl. His best friend holding said girl, a numb expression on his face that Suguru had never seen on him before.

"Satoru, is that you?"

His whole view of the world basically tips and shatters.

Humans, in his eyes, are no longer worth protecting. His best friend's hands are tied by the fucked up Jujutsu Society, forced to keep fighting and fixing until one day he can't do it anymore.

His whole world basically turns upside down, nothing is like it was before. And what is even more frustrating, Suguru doesn't have the power to change it.

Satoru has. But Satoru won't. He acts like nothing happened. Satoru just moved on. (He thinks.)

But Suguru can't do that. This sense of injustice eats him up inside and he can't fight it.

Sooo, now that we got that established, let's look at the miscommunication!

Geto is depressed. Obviously.

He keeps his thoughts to himself, bc he doesn't want to burden his friends. And also (I think) bc it's hard to pin down what he is actually feeling in the beginning. He doesn't quite get it himself, so what is he supposed to tell them?

He isolates himself, allowing his spiraling thoughts to grow and take over his mind.

It's typical depressive behavior. Closing yourself off and marinating in your own misery until those dark thoughts blow up and become all consuming and suffocating.

You can't tell a depressed person to talk, to 'just open up'. The automatic response is to become defensive and close up even more. You can only offer a helping hand. The person has to take it theirself.

"Suguru, did you lose weight?"

Satoru tries. He offeres Geto a hearing ear. Agreed, not in the best way there is, his voice too cheery, smile still on his face, downplaying the situation.

He simply doesn't know how to deal with this new version of his best friend. He doesn't know how to pull him out of it. For that Gojo would need to open up himself, show that he is struggleing too, but that's against everything he's ever been taught. He doesn't know how, and he probably is hella scared of his own feelings, hiding them even from himself.

"It's just the heat stress."

Suguru pushes him away, locks him out, bc there is already enough pressure on Satoru's shoulders. At least so he thinks.

And mayyyybe Suguru even has some subconscious repulsion against him. Gojo has all the power to chnage something, but he doesn’t. Geto has the vision to change something, but he can't. He's not strong enough.

They are both helpless. They don't know how to reach out to each other.

Another point: We only get Geto's pov. of the aftermath. We only get to see him deal with the fallout.

So we as the viewer know that he isn't doing well, that he is spiraling and in desperate need of help. It's easy to point fingers and say "Look at the shadows beneath his eyes. How didn't Gojo notice?"

Gojo did notice. He just didn't know how to reach out. He never had to deal with something like that before.

And now what bothers me the most: Who was there to look after Gojo? Who did offer him any help? If people point fingers at him, why not also at Suguru?

Yes, it was more obvious with Geto, he didn't have the same mask in place. But what friend wouldn't at least ask if things were okay, after their best friend literally got sliced in half and just barely escaped death?

I'm not trying to blame either of them. They simply were both too caught up inside their own minds. They were dealing with their stuff on their own and failed to see the other struggle just as much.

This isn't a one way thing. If anything, they both failed each other.

"Gojo knows it is his fault that Geto left."

No. Just no.

Bc really, in the end it's nobodies fault but Geto's. Yes, he struggled. Yes, he was traumatized. I get his character, I really do and I understand why things ended this way. But I just hate to see all of his flaws getting looked over and pushed onto Gojo.

Like a hug would have fixed things.

It doesn't work like that. Suguru's decisions were solely his own. He decided to push Satoru away. He decided to isolate himself. (Again, typical behavior of a depressed person and likeley to happen subconsciously). He decided to wipe out an entire village of 'innocent' humans.

Don't get me wrong, I love our Monkey Anti, but I'm not going to defend him. He fucked up. He had his reasons, but still.

Like Gojo said later on: "You can only safe someone who is already waiting to be saved."

Geto did not want to be saved. Or at least he didn't give Satoru a chance to save him.

So no, it's not Gojo's fault, even if he himself thinks so. Of course things could have ended differently, but for that both of them would have needed to open up.

Their falling apart was really well executed in the story. They didn't know how to deal with the situation, so they kept silent until it was too late. It's really human of both of them.

(Honestly, if you wanna blame anyone for anything, blame Toji. We wouldn't even have this mess if it wasn't for him.)

Phew... I still feel like I have so much more to say. I hope I brought my thoughts across.

I just think it's really sad that Satoru's pain and struggle get's overlooked so much, just bc we didn't see it on screen. But then again that's really fitting for his character. "The strongest doesn't struggle."

Cleverly written Gege. It breaks my heart every time I think about it.

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These are my thoughts on the topic. If yours differ that's totally fine. So, our brains don't work the same. No biggie. Pls don't come at me.🤍🖤

#jjk spoilers #jjk #character analysis #satosugu #I tagged this bc I'm a shipper💪 #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #getou suguru #suguru geto #satoru gojo #fc breakup #idk #jujutsu kaisen

[wc-confessions]

Definitely not intentional but I think it’s interesting how the tragedy surrounding Mapleshade’s Vengeance only happened due to the xenophobia and rigidity in Clan culture. Birchface and Flowerpaw’s deaths were caused by the battle hungry culture that stresses the importance of defending borders from “outsiders.” Mapleshade only lied to protect herself and her kits from being ostracized for being half-Clan (saying that the father wasn’t Birchface is admitting that the father isn’t in ThC). The whole exile is self-explanatory, it was driven by xenophobia and hatred for RiverClan. Mapleshade’s desire to get to RiverClan as fast as possible becomes more understandable given the xenophobia associated with kittypets and loners (though losing one’s entire home does put someone into a state where they make rash decisions). It could have been an interesting critique of the society if the authors actually recognized that the society of the Clans is fucked up and didn’t just have Mapleshade go “lol I’m so evil” after she died. It’s a tragedy through and through. The kits didn’t do anything wrong yet they suffered the most due to circumstances outside of their control.

It’s also kind of sad to think that if Mapleshade didn’t kill anyone after her kits died, they would have been forgotten. The injustice they suffered wouldn’t receive any kind of justice (though murder is bad obviously). At best they would just be sneered at for being cats who are codebreakers. Hell it can be said that Mapleshade’s murders just relegated her kits to being a footnote in the larger history of the Clans. Her murders didn’t achieve anything good, but they showed how flawed and destructive the system the cats live in can be. It’s so interesting even if the book was just meant to be a Mapleshade backstory, who is comically evil in OOTS. Oh well, still fun to think about.

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#text #anonymous #confession #warrior cats

[mintacle]

Jason wasn't insane when he came back to Gotham and putting it like that seriously does him injustice.

First of all, the first time he comes back to Gotham isn't when he plans the confrontation with Bruce and the Joker in utrh, it's in Lost Days when he plans to blow Bruce up in the Batmobile, succeeding in planting the bomb and almost killing Bruce before he changes his mind. Even back then, years younger than in utrh, Jason is clearly stressed and traumatized but not insane.

This Jason just came back from being catatonic and just learned that Bruce hadn't avenged him. And for all he is angry and hurt, I find it hard to argue that he's insane. Insanity implies a loss of sense or reality that Jason firmly is not going through.

Second, the events that transpired in utrh, which are usually the ones referred to when people call Jason insane, are far too rational and pragmatic as well to be from an insane person. My best advice would be to just read it yourself, as it isn't even that long of a comic, but to prove my point here is Jason's actual point as he states it in utrh:

Jason is emotional, but that's just not the same as insane. To take this further, the one I would argue is the less stable person in this interaction is Bruce. He loses his cool entirety, panicking and hitting Jason with a deadly shot.

And it's no surprise. Bruce has been put through A LOT in this comic alone. Jason's death is a triggering event to him on it's own, but doubly so considering he became Batman to prevent the feeling of helplessness in watching his family die in front of him, just to have it happen again but this time with his son.

If Bruce is not insane, but traumatized, anguished and grieved, which he is, then Jason deserves that same benefit of doubt.

Jason and Bruce's story is not about who is wrong or right, it's about the burden of grief and how it tears us apart.

LITERALLY the only insane and wrong person here is and always has been the Joker. It is On The Nose who the villain in this story is.

Utrh is a DC comic, yes. But it's not about a hero and a villain, it's about a father and a son. That is all. And that is enough.

#jason todd #batman #bruce wayne #dc #red hood #rambling #utrh

[evilminji]

For once! Purely BNHA! Because I CAN NOT stop Pondering It!

Quirk: Transfer.

Vague name, right? Well it would have to be. Because NO ONE would believe a Self Insert, even in a world of Quirks. They wouldn't WANT to believe. Because? The prospect would be horrifying and terrible.

It's far easier to say it's "Quirk Related Neurosis".

Because "no, no, you silly child! Your Quirk can't POSSIBLY have grabbed a random soul from another dimension, which it now holds, as the ONLY thing powering your body! You can't have died, with all the trauma and loss that entails, only to be shoved into the body of a toddler! Silly baby, such wild imagination! Maybe your Quirk 'transfers' memories, too!"

Except NO, asshole. They are the one with the metaphorical arm here. THEY are the one who would know which way it does and does not "Bend". But trying explaining a something to someone who doesn't want to hear it. Something that makes them uneasy, that is outside of their world view.

That touchs on the random, unfeeling, chaos of the Universe and how it relates to their soft and supposedly sensible lives. What do you MEAN sometimes Bad Things happen to good people? What do you MEAN sometimes, even if I do everything "right" and take every precaution, terrible calamities can occur?

That I could Die?

That my very Soul could be ripped away from it's rightful rest, too some far off land?

That can't happen! That's not FAIR. It's not RIGHT. Crimes are Illegal! You can't be telling me that sometimes people DONT uphold their duties! Abuse their power! That things are unfair and injustice can strikes, no matter HOW safe I think I am!

That's Scary!

I'd rather believe you were wrong.

That things Make Sense and there are Rules I have to follow. That I am Safe and you are just a liar. Bad things happen for a reason. Bad people are bad BECAUSE they are evil and bad. Let's not think about this any more. Let's talk about TV shows and take-out.

What a terrifying Quirk.

To be held, at the nonexistent mercy, of the Universe's randomness and decay. Reliant on the compassion and understanding of Others, to cope with what has occurred.

Because while the Universe is uncaring, your fellow man SHOULD be. Bonding together against that great and frightful void. Making sense of it all. The compassion of stardust and all that. Children born of this universe, who in turn look back and observe it. Yet? To them you are either mad... or a liar.

Do they hide it fast enough? Do they even think too, in time?

Or is their's a childhood being told "your past is nothing more that hallucinations and stolen memories" before being fed pills, for illnesses they do not have? Do they doubt? Break down and believe. After all, everyone around them is telling them their memories are false.

Not to trust their lying mind.

Children have so few rights. Madmen even fewer.

Do they lie? Smile, nod, and agree with whatever the doctors say? Do they know their mind or does this destroy them? Perhaps... they are lucky. Good doctors and better care. Long talks and learning to cope, with no one believing. After all, hallucinations don't "go away" just because you know they aren't real.

Why would their memories?

A childhood never quite forgiving the ones who locked them away. Being treated as "insane". Being alone. Not sure if you WANT to "make friends" but trying anyway. Because humans are social animals. Because you know what an alarmingly intelligent and self disciplined child, who ALSO happens to be notably asocial, looks like to people.

A life of fear and lies.

The chronic, extreme, stress, and what it must do to their health.

Does Transfer grow with them? Most Quirks do.

What a terrifying childhood. To know, one day, it could just... quit. A straining muscle that finally gives out. The Quirk that binds you into this body just... running out of strength. Letting go.

Maybe grabbing a different soul.

After all, no one ever said YOUR soul was special. And no one believes you. So no tests have ever been done. And that hold? How strong, you must wonder, IS it?

Do they drift? In and out. Does their body suffer, from stress and a soul barely bound to it? Poorly transfered, by an Infants first manifestation? Why was it a SOUL? The first thing they Transfered? Was it based on need? Or was it always meant to be this way?

Can the Transfer other things, now? Or still just themselves? Still nothing but Souls? Is it even a transfer at all?

And what happens if it stops? Or gets copied? Influenced in anyway? Do they have a moral obligation to avoid those they know could be potentially killed by them? Who could potentially kill them by accident?

And, oh! Oh the QUANDARY of children! Quirks are GENETIC. Any mutation or variation of their Quirk? Will bring about ANOTHER. Do they have that RIGHT? Too kidnap another soul? Even if it's just to no longer be alone? Too condemn them to live when they may not wish too?

Their whole bloodline would be Self Inserts. No guarantee they'd be from the same universe! But they would be Reincarnations just like you. Born into a Story. One you KNOW, by nature, can never be peaceful.

Because a peaceful world is not an interesting Shonen Story.

Just as Batman can never truely win, just as the day never truely stayed saved, so too will this world forever decend back into chaos. So a new Protagonist can rise to meet it. What RIGHT would you have, to knowingly bring an innocent person into such danger, trapped in the body of a child?

I ponder the Self Insert Quirk.

How horrifying and numbing it must be. How crippling, the terror that, this? Is merely the beginning of a Tale that will destroy them. To be inserted into story's they long ago forgot, again and again, with no way to stop it. Forever.

Damned to be set dressing in another's grand campaign, even as they slowly go insane.

What a horrifying Quirk.

The Self Insert Quirk: Transfer.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @lolottes @babbling-babull

#bnha #bnha prompt #free Quirk to a good home #bnha oc #bnha si/oc #bnha self insert #bnha self insert Quirk #seriously i wanna see someone explore this #where my horror writers at? #my existential dread? #my optimism in the face of overwhelming dispair?

[mcflymemes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN PROMPTS (ME1 & ME2) *  assorted dialogue, adjust as needed

give me more time. stall them!

i want something to go right. just once.

i know you want to talk about this... but i don't. not yet.

been better, but it sure is good to see a friendly face.

i've been thinking about what we talked about.

can i ask you something?

as if we needed more reasons to avoid touching things in here.

i brought wine.

we can disobey suicidal orders? why wasn't i told?

i just don't see the point in staying quiet and polite.

i want to know i did the right thing.

throw me a line here.

damn, saying it that way doesn't help.

your hair looks... good. and your waist is... very supportive.

it was my own damn fault.

there's more to it than that.

more than one way to work off stress, i guess.

i was hoping you'd say that.

i like to expect the worst. there's a small chance i'll be pleasantly surprised.

it's so much easier to see the world in black and white. gray... i don't know what to do with gray.

i didn't think you'd feel like sparring.

let's get going. i need some distance from this place.

i'm fit for duty whenever you need me.

it's not a perfect plan, but it's a plan.

you're kicking ass.

one of my people betrayed me.

thanks for coming by.

you realize this plan has me walking into hell, too.

you were taking your sweet time. i needed to get you moving.

all i have to do is point my gun and shoot.

now i feel dirty and clinical.

i've seen so many things go wrong.

i thought you were dead.

some women find facial scars attractive.

everyone i talk to is polite, anyway.

looks like that's all of them.

are we crazy to even be thinking about this?

why do people always assume we enjoy putting ourselves in harm's way?

i'll be here if you need me.

i'm with you regardless.

i came across something suspicious.

something about him rubs me the wrong way.

i can't find any hard evidence.

do things right, or don't do them at all.

maybe they'll listen to you.

wait. that metaphor just went somewhere horrible.

i think i preferred blind optimism.

my face is barely holding together as it is.

i'll make you a deal. you get me out of here alive, and i'll tell you the whole damn thing.

never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.

i've got some things to take care of.

i gave them hope, and now they're dead. shows what i know.

i just couldn't take it anymore.

it wasn't easy. i really had to work at it.

you can count on me.

i don't need you to agree with me, but i'd like your help.

don't make me laugh, damn it.

this wasn't covered in my training manuals.

yeah, i see your point.

the damn bureaucrats are always on your back.

there wasn't time to think! i just reacted!

are you hurt?

just like old times.

nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it?

tough bastards. but i've seen worse.

you can do what you do best.

i am amazed that they teamed up to fight me.

they wouldn't listen.

i wish i had your confidence.

there were several reasons, i guess.

i'm right behind you.

an eye for an eye, a life for a life.

i've seen some interesting things.

they were all ignoring you and hitting on me. 'bout time you got a fair shot.

take me with you when you go.

you don't ever have to worry about making me uncomfortable. nervous, yes, but never uncomfortable.

well... i guess we're done here.

need me for something?

don't worry. we're all working together.

this is your show.

i'm coming with you.

they're coming in through the doors.

that's pretty... extreme.

half of us don't even trust you.

damn it. they've breached the lower level.

i'll stay up here. i can do a lot of damage from this vantage point.

that's sort of why i teamed up with you.

i wanted to fight injustice, wanted to help people.

i knew what was really going on.

and here i thought i had my betrayal and attempted murder for this year.

thanks for bringing me on board.

well... why the hell not?

if there's anything else i can do to help... anything. just tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it.

you better get down there.

now's not the best time to become an optimist.

i know what they're like.

you're free to handle things your way.

sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work.

if we can figure out a way to make it work... then... yeah. definitely.

let's see what they're up to.

figured i could do more good on my own.

turns out there was more going on than we first realized.

if i'm trying to take down a suspect, it shouldn't matter how i do it, so long as i do it.

that's why i left.

people here needed someone to believe in.

you prove that you get things done, and people join up.

they must really hate me.

this isn't about that. this is about us.

i wish we'd joined up with them sooner.

well, they had to use their brains eventually.

i guess my father had something to do with it, too.

either way, i plan to make the most of this.

maybe i can get the job done my way for a change.

i know you're doing everything you can.

do you really think there's more to know?

it's just a name the locals gave me.

glad to see you haven't changed.

you're about the only friend i've got left in this screwed up galaxy.

at least it's not hard to find criminals here.

i can't exactly doubt your judgement.

i appreciate you taking the time to help me.

they never stood a chance.

there's nobody in this galaxy i respect more than you.

i know you can find something a little closer to home.

#rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #writing prompt #askbox meme #ask memes #ask meme #rp asks #inbox meme #inbox prompts #inbox prompt #rp inbox meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #mcflymemes #mass effect #garrus vakarian #garrus

[mtdthoughts]

Rejection (Migi & Dali Thought)

*Spoilers* for Episode 11 of Migi & Dali given below

This scene deserves some unpacking.

Objectively speaking, and looking back in hindsight at the end of the episode, Dali was clearly wrong to reject Eiji who was already vulnerable and unstable. But by putting myself in Dali's shoes (or feet?), I can't really blame him for how he feels; if anything, it would have been out of character for Dali to accept Eiji at this moment. It's also worth pointing out that Migi doesn't seem to have internalized this revelation nor has fully accepted Eiji either. He couldn't say anything to calm Dali's rage, and his only justification seems to come from an obedience to his late mother rather than his own feelings.

So what was going on in Dali's head that caused him to lose his cool in such a manner?

It's obvious that Dali wanted revenge much more than Migi did, and of course was carrying much more anger and resentment. After all, he was the "responsible" twin and saw revenge as his duty. Moreover, Metry's death was the cause of the twins being left alone; but as Migi's older brother and (effectively) guardian, Dali felt that he had no choice but to bottle his emotions to ensure the twins' survival in a harsh world. Though Dali may be calm and rational on the outside, he was carrying years of accumulated stress and anger from this injustice that was never alleviated. As a result, he conveniently used his mother's killer (later Eiji) as a target and container for his wrath.

However, in a matter of minutes, Dali's revenge was completely shattered, as I'm sure that he was able to take Reiko's and Eiji's testimonies and construct the actual truth. But he didn't want to acknowledge it because it was such an ugly truth. Eiji was no longer the only one to blame, as all parties involved carried some responsibility: Reiko for starting this whole mess, Akira for being a philandering buffoon, and even Metry for recklessly going after Eiji and leaving the twins behind without saying a word. The very possibility that Metry was partially responsible for Dali's suffering and obsession for revenge was something he was unwilling to entertain, leaving him even more angry than before. Eiji's words only added insult to injury, since not only was he the one who killed Metry, but unlike Dali, Eiji still had a mother (as twisted as she may be) that cared about him. This caused Dali to lash out and reject him.

At this point, Dali was in a very angry and confused state, as shown by him sitting in silence as Eiji walks away. He likely began to question his revenge and pondered the possibility of its emptiness. What exactly does revenge look like now? How was he going to resolve the overwhelming anger he held in his heart? Given such an ugly truth, wouldn't it have been better to never pursue revenge in the first place and instead live as happily as possible with Migi? As smart as Dali is, he is still a traumatized 13-year-old boy, and it is not surprising that he did not handle these developments well. Hopefully, Dali will find answers and finally begin to pursue the happiness he never allowed himself to have.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #spoilers #thought

[seleniangnosis]

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

In this reading I'll focus more on some growth advice beneficial in developing more resilience in front of life's challenges , with the channeled energy of Jupiter 🤎

This is a collective reading, therefore it cannot deliver the tiniest details! Take what resonates and/or applies to your situation/personality🤎. If you don't feel drawn to any picture, then maybe there's no important message for you here.

Feedback is appreciated 🤎

Pile 1

Hello pile one and welcome to your reading.🤎

In ordered to make the best out of your hardships and difficulties that might weight you down in life, you need to trust and believe in yourself more.

If you tend to get side tracked by your own thoughts or other people's opinions, know that they haven't walked your path, but you did. No one can get a better answer or solution for a difficult situation than you yourself.

You should also take a bit more pride in your accomplishments and everything that you've done, because they need to be recognised, especially by you! Don't downplay your achievements!

If you truly need advice from people though, go to people you trust, people you know are knowledgeable, not jealous ones , but those whodo wish to help.

Whenever you decide to achieve more, think first about what you have in the present moment. Not because you should feel like you aren't allowed to dream about bigger achievements, but because you might get lost in the thousands of thoughts about what are you going to do next, and remain with too little time for enjoying what you have already accomplished!

Additionally, for some of you I feel like you should stop dreaming without putting the work in first, even if your methods seem to be different from what other people do.

Something that might come as a blessing to you in the close future is the relief and release of the pain that might have been created by a relationship.

Maybe you were betrayed and/ or cheated on and this has deeply affected the way you feel and perhaps they way you view relationships.

If its not a relationship, then the end of malicious rumours and slander directed towards you, about your decisions and life choices, are close to an end.

A general advice here for you is to think before you act. Even though your unconventional ideas and methods can definitely work, you still gave to ponder upon what you wish to do and accomplish, instead of throwing yourself into the matter without a plan or precautions!

Even if others might be against you, don't do everything out of spite to prove them wrong, otherwise this might backfire!

Pile 2

Hello pile two and welcome to your reading. 🤎

This might be the happy pile of this reading.

You already seem to be doing well in life. You are focused, self confident, optimistic and full of energy and excitement. Good things come and go, but the wheel turned to a less favourable direction shouldn't be of concern to you.

Life has ups and downs, yet you'll always have something to come back to and feel proud of ,even when at a crossroad.

You should remain steadfast, instead of falling down into a state of self pity. No misfortune will last forever. If you can see the light even during the darkest times, you'll feel even more accomplished!

You might start something new in the close future. You are ready to move on and leave behind stress and worries. This might be related to a job or overall something you believe you will excel in, that you've been looking forward to , or thinking about.

An opportunity might be presented to you, or you'll find out the solution to something you're dealing with at the moment.

A general advice here is that you should be more forgiving and compassionate with yourself. Whether the injuries and injustices you've endured were crated by yourself or other people, they have shaped you in who you are today.

You are strong, but you shouldn't be harsh or cruel with yourself. We all make mistakes, or are victims of unfortunate events.

Your mother or a woman you can confide in can aid you in times of need. 🤍

Pile 3

Hello pile three and welcome to your reading.🤎

I think pile 3 has a pattern of being the toughest pile in each reading.

So... pile 3... you seem to be kind , loyal and loving and people might have taken advantage of you and your kindness, or just overall started to envy you and  to bring you down...

You should start looking towards the future instead of mourning and thinking about the past , or what you could have changed. The past has been written down but the pages of your future are still blank, waiting for you to fill them with your best experiences.

You should act with more confidence when starting something new or looking for new ways to improve your life. You could have been trough a lot of misfortunes in the past that these created a mindset of inferiority for you.

You will not see yourself succeeding if you don't have the confidence that you ca do it, in the first place.

You need to expand your horizons and look forward with excitement rather than fear. Nothing worthy of praise end confidence comes with 0 risks.

You should start thinking of your decisions of being a success rather than a failure!

You are the second pile with the Fool as something good to expect in the near future.But for you it seems to be tied to a new start in regards to your mindset and perspective about life.

If you're going to therapy, then you might get some important realisations.

If you're dealing with some unhealthy coping mechanisms, then you'll have a breakthrough and realise that you can improve yourself and you can indeed succeed!

Overall you should start small and look for opportunities that make you feel good and proud of yourself. Start small , but don't look at the future with fear and anxiety.

You don't need to make the impossible possible but small steps will provide excellent to you in the long run!

#pac reading #pick a pile reading #pick a card reading #tarot spread #tarotblr #tarot reading #free tarot #tarot advice

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Sorry for another ask XD but I loved how much you loved my OC Marcey.

So I thought I’d share more about her and her relationship to spider and to everyone else.

Marcey was once engaged to Jakes brother Tommy. Marcey and Jake and Tom all grew up together as kids. Marcey views Jake like a older brother.

When Spider was first discovered by the scientists nobody knew what to do. Marcey, who always wanted kids, decides to take Spider as her own child. Marcey is also mated to Tsu’tey. (She’s an avatar driver and she doesn’t transfer immediately after the sky people leave cause she wants to give Spider a few good years with her human half. Marcey’s mother died from cancer and unfortunately Marcey also has it, but max and the others were able to formulate a treatment that was less harmful to her body).

She does find out who his father is and so does Neytiri. Marcey calls Neytiri out on her hatefulness towards spider saying that, “The sins of the father do not fall to the son”. And this argument goes on for hours before finally Neytiri realizes that her behavior is wrong and views spider as her sweet little nephew.

Marcey also states to everyone that she doesn’t want anyone, and I mean anyone to even mention who her sons birth father is. She states that, “Only if he asks about him. Will I say anything. Otherwise I don’t want him knowing anything about Quaritch.” And she is very strict about it.

Tsu’tey her mate agrees that it would be best not to mention Quaritch to Spider as the boy doesn’t need to feel the guilt and added stress of the actions his father did against the people.

Let me know what you think and as always keep up the great work!

OMG?? 😳 the way I audibly sipped my non-existent tea at the notion that this woman is tightly knit into the whole thing like THE DRAMA 🫢

But I love how no-nonsense she is. She sees injustice done to Spider and goes “We’re not doing that in this household” and ARGUED FOR HOURS???? I wanna see it, I NEED to see our flawed homegirl Neytiri get called out.

And she’s about to be real surprised when she finds out that Quaritch himself has crawled back from hell (albeit as a clone) and snatched her baby away 😭 with attitude like hers Marcey’s gonna turn the entire Pandora on its head with Tsu’tey right behind her like the loyal hubby he is:

Marcey: Where is he??? WHERE IS MY SWEET BABY BOY👹

Jake: Alright sis calm down, we need to stay level-headed if we want to find him.

Tsu’tey: no my love, get angrier. We need all energy we can get to rip their heads-

Jake: STOP ENCOURAGING HER—

All of that while Spider is casually having a✨breakdown✨ when he is suddenly faced with the fact that his bio dad is the worst man ever and is forced on a months-long impromptu family trip with him.

Spider: Why didn’t you say my biological father is like, literally THE devil? 🤨🧍

Marcey: It was irrelevant 🙄💅

She’s amazing lmao, you should give the queen a fanfic of her own✨

#avatar spider #avatar 2 #avatar #spider socorro #avatar headcanons #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #avatar jake #avatar tsu'tey #avatar oc

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

I had a shitty week, a stressful problem that was (thankfully) successfully taken care of and a three-day headache. I have today off so I'm going to try to do some fun things and drama-watching because it will be work again tomorrow 😭

I want to finish these in-between episodes before we finally get to the Minglan and Gu Tingye relationship part and then I think I'll take a break to watch Judge Di before I continue this.

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NOOOOO, CONSORT RONG KILLED THEM OFF-SCREEN!

But I wanted to watch them die 😢

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Yes!! At least let me see her death!

It is so richly deserved!

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NOOOOO, KILL HER!!

CONSORT RONG, I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!! MUST YOU BETRAY ME SO?? 😭😭

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Yay, for Gu Tingye!

He accidentally allied himself with the right people, lol.

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NOOOO, DON'T KILL HER!!

She's a baby and the only one who stepped up!

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By this point, I am actually quite bored of him conveniently showing up whenever she is in need of rescuing from pirates/bandits/usurpers etc.

This drama is really strong when it comes to family relationships and in-house scheming, but I'm just not impressed with everything else.

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At least she realistically broke down and bawled like a baby when he rescued her.

The rest of this just obliterated my suspension of disbelief.

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This is nice 💚

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LMAO, he's so unhappy 🤣🤣

Poor guy just wanted to live his life out in peace, but no, the one possible Imperial heir who wanted nothing to do with this whole mess was chosen as the Crown Prince 🤣🤣

And I love how nobody else is even registering his complaints, he's the dianxia now whether he likes it or not!

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Oh, shut up.

The most irritating aspect of this drama so far.

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You and him are one and the same, so it's a moot question.

Also, it's about time you started getting busy with that. Please pacify the rebellion quickly and let's get things moving!

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LMAO

I'm so glad you know! Finally! Let's do it! I'm so tired of all these losers and their opportunistic mothers and grandmothers sniffing around her.

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LMAO, Gu Tingye has no time for his bullshit 🤣🤣

I love that he resolved this with one arrow to his chest. I'm not particularly enjoying this whole sequence and would prefer to move on to other things.

And hopefully, Gu Tingye will now also get an apology for that exam fiasco. Why, yes, as an eternal student, I'm still mad about it. If I passed my final exam with flying colours and some petty Emperor decided to bar me from getting my diploma because he was butthurt? I would assassinate him myself!

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LOL, he never told them his real name?

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YES, CALL HIM OUT!!

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At least he has the self-awareness to look embarrassed, smh.

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Oh, so it took you a whole five minutes to turn on him.

After he saved your miserable life how many times now? And practically handed you the throne! 🤬🤬

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HE WAS TWELVE!!

AND YOU ADMIT YOU WERE WRONG EVEN IN THE CASE OF YANG WUDUAN!!

RAGE. 🤬🤬

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OMG, the injustice of this!!

Fuck the reputation.

LET. HER. GET. CREDIT.

Also, Gu Tingye would marry her with or without a reputation.

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Aww, so he died.

Also, what happened to Consort Rong? We never saw her die, but I imagine she must have either killed herself or been executed.

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Oh, so he was an actual historical figure?

I thought all of these characters were fictional. Interesting.

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WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!

GU TINGYE IS A MINISTER, AFTER ALL!

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep35

[miitarashi]

Looking after you,is my duty

Words: 1,3k

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: mention of death (tiny little),misspeling words, flirting, fluffy.

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Tintin was infiltrated in the castle belonging to your family since he discovered a plot between the king's advisor and his brother about killing the firstborn (you) and acquiring the crown after the death of the current king, your father. That would be their next step. It had only been a week and unfortunately, the counselor acted cautiously so as not to show signs, seeming to know that he was being watched while Tintin acted like a common guard.

In the meantime, Tintin made a point of at least letting the king know and this created rumors around the castle, as a precaution the king increased his guard which consequently became a threat to the advisor and perhaps due to the pressure, he would have a slip up that the journalist could catch, however, he still held firm to the facade and Tintin did the same. In compensation for giving the king advice, he entrusted him with your safety, making him your royal guard.

Now assigned to protect the princess, Tintin saw an opportunity there, being by your side he could maybe enter places only available to people of nobility, not the guards. Unfortunately, precisely because you were the princess, even as the future queen, your father made a point of leaving you out of matters relating to rumors so as not to cause stress. Although you didn't necessarily follow your father's orders and tried to help, which in turn became very useful for the undercover guard next to you.

That is until your father found out and vehemently forbade you from any involvement, leaving you in the dark about the situation again which was beyond frustrating, a great injustice and Tintin couldn't help but feel sorry because in the end, you were just worried about wanting to help and protect your father. Even so, it wasn't wrong, as your guard he wanted to keep you protected and with that, he redoubled his efforts to not expose you to that risk.

Never completely looking away from the advisor, the ginger-haired boy continued his duty as a guard and in a way, even as a friend, helping you with your tasks, recommending some books he had already read that could be found in the castle's large library and even in the midst of this complicated situation, your small details did not go unnoticed by the journalist's eyes.

Much like any royal person, you had a natural air of elegance, but soft in a way. Never acting above, always putting yourself on the same level as anyone before making decisions, the warm and gentle manner being your usual self along with your ability to stand up for yourself when something happened, although he had to help you at some point ,mostly you were the one taking care of yourself. Tintin acted more like a companion than a guard and you noticed that, finding it pretty funny because you weren't the only one,a lot of other guards, even maids, always had the same impression.

Even more so due to the fact that he almost followed you constantly, keeping watch like a guard dog, despite always maintaining a satisfactory distance so as not to be too much in your personal space. It got to the point where you had to stop yourself from patting his head when thanking him for his protection.

After another ordinary day, where Tintin remained with an attentive eye on both you and the counselor, subtly observing from the window as you enjoyed the soft taste of the tea, you couldn't avoid a question that had taken up a permanent place in your head,as his efforts seemed a little exaggerated and exhausting since you had only seen him resting a few times.

"Tell me, would you like to have a day to yourself?" — Tintin looked at you somewhat confused, raising an eyebrow at the question.

"A day for me, your majesty? May i dare to ask why such a question?" — the confusion perpetuates in his voice, making you giggle a little in response putting back the cup on the table.

"A break. During this month, even though you maintained a certain posture, you still seemed tense in a certain way, now it's not an exception" — when you pointed out the fact, his eyes widened a little, noticing that his body was actually a bit stiff, possibly due to the constant precipitation of the counselor's possible plan.

"Even on your breaks, you refuse to rest, so i would like to give you a completely free day, another guard can take your place until then, so you can take a well deserved rest" — your kindness was both pleasant and a certain relief.

Tintin gave a soft laugh, shaking his head before looking at you again, not only this act of kindness but your manner as a whole was more than enough for him. Your ordinary calm and understanding posture was like a calming snapshot, he just hadn't noticed because of his focus on the main problem.

"I'm truly grateful for such kindness, your majesty, but I prefer to keep my watch. I like to think that no one protects you better than me" — such was his calm, that he allowed himself a light joke that was not uncommon between you two by the time he was acting like your royal guard. However, this one brought a slight blush to your cheeks that you tried to cover up with a light laugh.

"Oh...a little hard-headed i see, does such insistence come from just that?" — you gave in to the joke and got up, walking calmly towards your guard, being careful to hide a feather duster behind your back.

"Looking after you,is my duty" — he maintained his posture, even noticing that look behind the gentle face you normally maintain. Just another one of the things he found interesting about you or maybe even enticing.

"Is that the only reason why you do it?" — you asked, taking a few more steps forward, getting closer and closer to him maintaining eye contact, momentarily losing yourself in his gaze.

"Is that not a reason enough?" — he retort with an eyebrow a bit raised.

"If that's the only reason that there is...?" — your voice sounded a little low due to the proximity, enough for him to hear and notice the slight change in tone, your sly side coming through little by little as your hand with the feather duster moves slowly towards him.

"Your majesty..." — noticing how close he was and the nature of the situation, for a moment he remained still and without response. Your face so close but still distant, your gaze fixed on his making his heart subtly accelerate.

"Yes...?" — managing to distract him, you started rubbing the duster on his sides, trying to get some laughs out of him although the closeness was making you think that just to bend over and go for it wasn't a bad option…

"I'm...not ticklish" — at the last second he managed to compose himself when he saw that your objective wasn't exactly what he thought when he noticed the duster.

"Awww, i was sure i would make a laugh or two out of you" — you could only lament with a small laugh before walking away. Tintin took a deep breath to regulate his heart beat, lowering his guard hat a little to hide the tiny red tint on his cheeks.

"Well, at least i distracted you a bit out from work, it was worth it" — you smiled and he did the same with a nod.

"Yes..you did. Thank you, your majesty"

He bowed as you set the duster aside and went back to enjoying your tea while watching the scenery through the window with a small blush as well.

Both of you are internally a little frustrated, but thinking it better not to put too much pressure on the situation, although maybe, someday after he finishes the case...he might do it before leaving…

Who knows?...

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A/N: hey there! Just testing this style of writing, it's a bit different in a way. Next sunday i'll post a request! Thank you for reading! Bye bye 😘

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin x reader #tintin 2011

[art-of-secret-dark-heart]

If MBTI types were yandere dudes #3 (ENFP)

Note: just in case… the mbti types as Yanderes are just for fun and I’m not an expert in mbti. It’s exaggerated so… I hope this doesn’t offend anyone. Lol… also this is more of a ramble for me to de-stress. DNI if you’re a minor.

Content Warnings:Highly obsessive and desire to murder

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✨ENFP✨

Dude will be constantly thirsting for your love. From day one, he’ll be the enthusiastic guy who welcomes you to whatever community you’re trying to fit into (whether it’s a town, school, workplace, etc). Most likely throws a welcoming party for you.

He’ll make sure there’s nothing wrong, that you have no hardships/injustice to deal with. If there is something wrong, he will fight for you. It’ll become a whole big thing in the community. He loves you too much to see you get hurt or get disrespected on.

Would like to go to places with you to discover new things. Probably would be taking pictures of you with whatever beautiful sight you guys will encounter. Don’t go out of frame. The beauty of the scenery wouldn’t be complete without you.

Really good at picking up subtle shift of mood. So as hard as you try to cover up whatever you’re truly feeling, he’ll be able to see it all. And if you’re not happy, he will do his best to cheer you up. (Just don’t leave him). But this can be dangerous…if he sees you’re unhappy with someone like a friend or family of yours, he might think you have been hurt by them. Even though it might just be that you had a bad day, or something as simple as being too late to buy your favorite snack, so you’re a bit grumpy. To him, you’re everything, thus he might find a way to hurt that friend or family. And if he’s under stress and has been hurt by you… he might just skip to killing them instead.

Your “lover” would want to share his enthusiasm on whatever inspires him with you. His infectious happy personality might even rub off on you. But this strong positive mindset might become irritating when you’re trying to tell him what he’s doing is wrong/bothering you. Yet somehow he’ll spin it into something positive. Like if you want to be left alone and not always having to hang out with him, he’ll just smile and say, “Aww… honey, you’re such a romantic. They do say, “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” Alright then, I’ll see you later. In the meantime, I’ll plan and get everything ready for our next rendezvous !” But if this becomes the norm, where you just keep going against what he wants, then he can get judgmental about your life choices. Then making it sound like being with and loving him, will be full of happiness. So why go against his love for you?

Hate surprises? Well too bad, there will be many spontaneous “fun” to be have (most likely romantic/ and something creative/unique) from this guy. But he does enjoy the small moments too. So it won’t be all crazy hectic (Good luck to the introverts).

He will love it if you open up your heart to him. Definitely will slowly share what’s in his heart with you. He’ll fall in love with you hard and pretty quickly, but won’t propose just yet. Trying to instead figure out ways on how to make you “happy” everyday. He’s even fine if you’re away for awhile… when you guys are dating. If married… maybe not.

If you’re doing some good for the world, or just listen and understand his goals/dreams etc, as well as somehow inspire him (with something creative), he will be in love with you. If you’re the curious type and share the same sense of humor with him, then even better.

Always the friendly outgoing guy who helps others, he would have a ton of friends. They’re just everywhere; in the town, your neighborhood, your doctor’s office, wherever you go, even where you are online, and probably even among your personal social circle like family.

Although he’s a guy with a positive outlook, always keeping up a facade of happy sunshine. He will feel hurt and lose sleep, if you say you actually hate him (the same applies if you really criticize him). Will be thinking up all night on how to make things better with you.

He loves making plans with you, but if the plan involves something that he has never done before, he can sometimes lose focus. Maybe too caught up in your beauty. Unless he feels the plan can benefit his relationship with you (like maybe you have been so “mean” to him. So he will push his focus into doing something together, something that you have always enjoy doing. Or some kind of “bonding” activity.) Too bad he’ll never lose focus or interest in you.

If he does kidnap you (maybe more like marry you and has a way to keep you with him without actually locking you up), then be prepare for a chaotic mess. Sometimes chores would hardly be done, so the mess will pile up, especially if he’s feeling hurt by you. It’ll just be a dumpster/land fìll mess. So you gotta push him into doing them, maybe by suggesting that you guys can “bond” over doing chores together…. Although do be careful, he’ll somehow turn doing chores into something romantic.

He actually wants to help others, but he would drop everything to help you, you’re his number one priority. Even if you just say you’re bored.

As it was said before, he falls in love with you pretty quick. Hardly even knows you, but he’s already thinking you’re the one. Find some way to make it sound like you’re connected to him. Like maybe a string of fate sort of thing. And oh boy, he would so whole heartedly believe it. Your “love” gives him life. So strong is his belief in this “love”, that he might burn down the community that you guys are in, if you ever try to completely leave him….

But after some time, if you don’t shower him with love like he does with you, he might get a bit more needy. Maybe feeling down and thinking that he’s not doing enough to prove his love to you. If you push him enough (being “mean” towards him), he will be controlling in what you do and where you go. Maybe even control what you like. Judging you, and maybe surprising to you, being cold. No more sunshine. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Fantasy or isekai whatever: maybe a religious leader. If not, maybe a rich philanthropist, or just head of an organization that does good in the world. Will always have open doors for the people. And open arms for you.

More of a horror touch (based on popular media): maybe a film director who makes happy romantic fantasy movies, but his films are slowly becoming darker… and there are strange rumors on the set. Or maybe an event planner for… special (deadly) events, that may require him to organize a heavy bloody painstaking clean up by the end of it (Probably only plan all of it for your sake). Or could maybe be a special (supernatural?) consultant??

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Okay, that’s all for today. Went overboard, but that was fun. I might post again tomorrow (If not busy). If I do, then it’ll likely just be one. Again, if you got a type you wanna see next, kindly just let me know. Hope you guys have fun reading!

(Also, I hope to soon reblog some yandere stories from other writers again. Plus maybe post some of my art and maybe plan for a game. All yandere.)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere male x reader #yandere x gn reader #mbti #tw: toxic relationship #yandere male #male yandere #ENFP #rambling #my stuff #tumblr format for posting is a pain

[daveysjackie]

for the ask game!!

the things we become (the selves we leave behind)

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

@we-are-inevitable i took that sentence and RAN with it

Davey and Jack have known each other since before they could even talk. Their mothers are friends, united by the fact that they’re foreigners in New York with very young sons.

The boys are the best of friends and rarely spend time away from each other.

Jack has the same world view as his mother. He sees beauty in everything. She inspires his love for painting, immortalising the beauty with whatever he can. By the time he’s six, he’s dabbled in about ten different types of artistry, even photography. Even though they live almost hand to mouth, his mother never lets him feel that squeeze, buying him whatever he wants for his next artistic endeavour.

Davey is more like his father. He tells a damn good story, even though he’s young and his language is limited. He sees beauty in words, fascinated by how stories used to be told from person to person, long before books were common. He would write his own fairy tales and read them to his parents at night instead of them reading to him.

They always encouraged each other.

When Jack has the opportunity to design a welcome poster for their elementary school, Davey encourages him to do it. And whenever he passes it in the hall, for years, no matter who he’s with, he makes sure to mention that his best friend designed it.

Similarly, when there’s a young writers competition in their first year of middle school, Jack encourages Davey to submit a story. When he wins, Jack gets it printed into an actual book for Davey (with a cover designed by him of course)

Then Jack’s dad gets a job opportunity in Santa Fe.

They promise to keep in touch, write letters, try to call but they’re still heartbroken because they’ve never been so far from each other.

And to their credit, they do try.

But then Jack’s dad is arrested because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is killed in prison. And then it’s just him and his mom and Davey falls by the wayside because he’s all his mom has now. He spends less time drawing and more time studying, doing whatever menial jobs he can so the two of them can keep the roof over their head and put food in their stomachs. It’s a struggle but they just about make it work. 

Until Jack’s mother is diagnosed with cancer.

He drops out of school at 14 to earn money, lying about his age (I’m short for my age) so people will actually give him a job because he lost his dad, he can’t lose his mother as well.

His efforts give his mother nearly three more years with her son before she passes.

Meanwhile, Davey is upset that he barely speaks to his best friend and does his best to move forward.

Everything changes when his dad is injured.

Yes, they get money because it happened while he was on the job but there’s another baby on the way and they're forced to move to a not so pleasant neighbourhood. His parents assure them that they’ll be fine and everything will be okay but Davey sees the injustice for what it is and why should the family suffer for growing just because their primary breadwinner can’t work?

He abandons his fictions and throws himself into the facts, researching old political movements and legal precedents set by people who just wanted to be treated fairly.

When they meet again, they don’t even recognise each other.

Davey is at the local library, doing some research for his next case. He asks someone stacking books on the shelves for help to find a specific text. The person seems vaguely familiar but Davey dismisses it as his stressed mind  playing tricks on him.

He doesn’t realise it was Jack until he glances at the picture of him and Jack, aged 7, that sits beside his bed.

He goes back to the library the next day but can’t find him. He almost believes that the stress has finally gotten to him and he’s lost the plot and leaves, only to crash right into Jack who’s just coming into work.

It takes a minute for Jack to recognise Davey as well but they’re both overjoyed at being reunited.

Jack has to rush into work but they exchange numbers and make plans to meet up that weekend.

Both spend the rest of the week idolising the other. Jack is convinced that Davey is one draft away from becoming a literary sensation and Davey believes that Jack was so close to opening his own art gallery.

When they meet up and the truth is revealed, the rose tinted glasses they thought of each other through are shattered.

Jack reveals that his main job is as a mechanic but he’s also working to finally get his high school diploma and then maybe even give college a try but he’s not quite sure what degree he’d pursue if he did.

Davey tells Jack that he’s a lawyer for civil cases, primarily for compensation and workers rights after what happened to his dad.

They leave that reunion, disillusioned. Neither is anything like the other remembers.

And the part of them that realised they were in love with the other realises they were in love with who they used to be.

They meet again the next weekend, both believing it’ll be the last time.

Then Davey pulls out a book. Its cover is worn and the spine is destroyed but Jack recognises it instantly. It’s Davey’s story that he had printed all those years ago. Davey admit there’s never been a day that he hasn’t sat and admired the cover.

Then Jack bashfully admits that the reason he also works in the library is because he believed it would be the best way to find out if Davey ever released a book like he always wanted to when they were younger.

They’re both very different people to who they fell in love with all those years ago. And their first love will always be that boy in their memory. But maybe they could learn to love the new people each other has become.

#newsies #92sies #davey jacobs #newsies broadway #david jacobs #1992sies #livesies #jack kelly #west endsies #uksies #javey newsies #javid #javey #javid newsies #probably nothing like the asker intended #but the idea wouldnt leave me alone #so here you go #you're welcome #i miss javey